Enchanted - A Stydia / Jily AU - Teen Wolf

Enchanted.

For Liv and Margie.
For not thinking I'm weird (or just for accepting that I am really weird and not judging me for it), for always being there, for withstanding my self destructive crushes on boys that were really bad for me, and for being the best friends a girl could ever ask for.
Love, Zali.

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Introducing Enchanted, a Stydia/Jily crossover. Marauders-era characters have been converted into Teen Wolf characters and there will be a cast list at the end of this chapter. (Please note: THIS FIC IS NOT NAMED AFTER THE SONG ENCHANTED BY TAYLOR SWIFT. WHILE THAT IS A NICE SONG AND ALL AND TAYLOR IS VERY TALENTED, NO. JUST NO.)

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This was the very first page
Not where the story line ends
My thoughts will echo your name
Until I see you again.

-Enchanted, Taylor Swift.
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The doors of the Great Hall burst open forcefully, a spray of gold and purple sparks spewing out like fireworks. A tall figure in Slytherin robes ran out, tugging his hood over his head to hide his face.

Lydia Martin stopped short in her path, ducking behind a suit of armor as the boy stormed down the corridor. She had learned long ago to avoid Slytherins at all costs, especially the older ones. This one looked about her age, based on his build. He was probably in some of her classes.

He passed one of the flaming torches on the wall, the light quickly revealing his features for half a second before he was gone, hurrying to the staircase that lead to the Slytherin common room.

Lydia laughed quietly to herself. Whittemore. No wonder he had attempted to hide his face - his skin was covered in blisters and decidedly blue. A chorus of sniggers sounded from the alcove in the wall a few feet away from her.

"Did you see his face?!" a boy laughed meanly.

"Prongs did a number on him," agreed another.

"He deserved it," the first boy said."Wannabe Death Eater twat."

Lydia crept towards their hiding place silently, making the three boys jump as she stepped into view, clearing her throat loudly.

"Fu- Martin." Scott McCall's look of surprise morphed into a sheepish smirk, his eyes running up and down her appreciatively. Typical.

"Hello boys," she said coolly, locking each of them in an appraising stare for a second. McCall was leaning against the wall with almost rehearsed casualness, his arms crossed and a look of superiority on his face. He met Lydia's green eyes with his equally sharp black ones challengingly while Danny Mahealani stood bathed in shadow behind him, chewing his bottom lip nervously.

Isaac Lahey, the only one of the four self-christened 'Marauders' she could stand to hold a conversation with, stood just behind and to the side of Scott. The purple bruises under his eyes stood out starkly on his pale skin, though his baby blue eyes still held their same persistent friendliness.